Ratchet X Clank Novels & Stories

I use the casing like an anchor in my fist, brass and old hate against silver and new hunger. Mara’s voice rings from the relay side. “Rack seven moving.” Caleb shouts, “Rack nine jammed.” Renn yells, “Then unjam it.” “I am trying.” “Try louder.” Vora, tied to the railing again because everyone has given up making her lie down, hooks a clone’s ankle with the last of her strength. Renn finishes it with a knife through the knee. “You are terrible at resting,” Renn says. Vora coughs.

Their limbs were encased in hydraulic exoskeletons made of pitted iron and rebar, and their eyes were replaced by flickering red sensors that mimicked the satellite’s glare. The Relentless Pursuit The Rust-Walkers didn't run; they marched with a terrifying, rhythmic efficiency, their metal feet smashing through the frozen undergrowth. Each step sounded like a sledgehammer hitting an anvil. "They're not trying to outrun us," Clara realized, her hands trembling as she checked the internal temperature of the shard’s lead box. "They’re trying to exhaust the engine. We’re burning wood and water; they’re burning kinetic-recharge cells. They’ll wait for us to stall."

At the middle became a big terminal, its display screen showing a countdown: 00:10:00 “They’re launching Rebirth,” Vanessa stated via the earpiece. “You have ten mins to close it down.” Rachel moved to the terminal, her arms flying over the keyboard. “I’ll want to overwrite the gadget. Cover me!” Ethan and I took up positions, firing on the guards who stormed into the room. The gunfire became deafening, the air thick with smoke and adrenaline. “Five mins !” Rachel shouted. I crouched beside her, my coronary heart racing. “Can you forestall it?”

The others started moving behind his back in an attempt to shield themselves from Riftan's burning wrath. "And that's the fuckin point." Before I could even blink, Riftan was across the counter, with his claws stretched out wide, and fangs bigger than one of the vampires. Hisses filled the air as the war broke in a fraction of a second. The sound of bones cracking and necks snapping flipped the air, and excitement frizzled inside of me. A sudden movement whooshed past me, but I quickly dunked before hooking my elbow and slamming it into the motherfucker's side.

His goggle was broken in the process which made him mad. "You just dismantled my Rapidfire notice." He said looking at the broken goggle. "Surrender willingly or by death, we don't have to do this the hard way!" The watchers added in unison. Clancy chuckled "Neither!" He replied. Disturbed and angered, the Watchers walked towards him like controlled robots. Clancy on the other hands was relentless, he rushed forward and as he moved, he brought out his black OTS-02 Kiparises and aimed at them.

AVA I stood beside Derek and our team, my heart pounding in my chest as we crept through the shadows of the Golden Claw Palace. The night air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of our mission bearing down on us. We had stolen codes and inside information that would help us slip through the back gate undetected, but I knew that didn't guarantee our safety. As we moved closer to the palace, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It was as if my bond with Cane was growing stronger, like an invisible thread connecting us across the distance.

“You were taken from the forest and brought to Doctor Goodman’s pet shop. I can’t let him hurt you. I’m going to try and get you two out of here. I am truly sorry that this happened.” “Who are you?” Were the first words out of her mouth. “They call me Ratchet. I’m a slave.” He pointed to his collar.”Dodger bought me from the slaver market because I have no house mark. Plus I am a mutant.” Cassia looked at him curiously. “Mutant? You look like a wildling to me.” “A wildling? I have never heard that term before.” Ratchet felt the heaviness on his heart lighten up with her words.” You were found in the woods with two other mutants, were they your slaves?”

“I've been playing shitty for a long time now, and with the way Coach Harvey spoke to me after we lost, something tells me I'd be the one getting kicked out of the team.” “Sorry to say this, Cap, but you have a shitty mind,” Dexter says, folding his arms across his chest, his glare fixed on me. I clench my jaw, trying to hold back the retort bubbling in my throat. Dexter’s been extra salty with me ever since he was assigned a new roommate, someone he claims snores like a freight train. He blames me, of course. Like I have any control over room assignments. “You’re not helping,” I say flatly, shooting him a look.

It was as if the past was waiting for her, heavy and unshakable. April stepped out of the car with Bluey, while Pistol parked. Her heart raced as she took in her surroundings, memories flooding back—some good, many bad. Soon after, Jessica, Genevieve, and Gift arrived. They parked their car and joined the group. The six women walked into the Clan grounds together, and it felt like time stood still. Clan members stopped whatever they were doing, eyes widening in shock at April’s sudden appearance. A strange tension filled the air. Jessica immediately went to Mikhail, who was watching from a distance, his expression unreadable. Genevieve spotted Spike and headed over to him, while Gift made he